Novels by Strawberry 🍓

Her Pov:When I open my eyes, the golden light of morning is already spilling through the curtains, painting the room in soft hues. I blink, my body heavy, sore. My gaze drifts around the room, searching for him, but he's nowhere to be seen. The sheets beside me are cold.I shift, trying to sit up, but a sharp ache between my legs makes me freeze. A whimper escapes my lips. Last night… he didn’t hold back. Not even a little. He took me as if restraint was a foreign concept, as if I belonged to him in a way that denied the need for gentleness. And now, I can still feel him—his presence lingering inside me, on me, all around me.I exhale shakily, dragging my body up against the headboard, each movement a reminder of his merciless touch. That’s when I noticed the bedside table. A plate of buttered toast, a cup of coffee still warm, a glass of water, and… painkillers.My throat tightens. He thought of this. He knew. A contradiction wrapped in flesh and bone—that’s what he is. One moment,

His Pov:I lay her down on my bed, her body trembling beneath me, barely holding onto her senses after I fucked her. Hard. Deep. Like I needed to brand myself into her very being. Like I needed her to feel me long after I was gone. Her breath is uneven, her lips parted, swollen from my kisses, her skin still flushed with heat. And yet, the fire in her eyes hasn't dimmed. That defiant glare, that sharp tongue—God, she gets under my skin in ways I can’t even put into words.I hadn’t planned to fuck her like that. Not there. Not then. But I couldn’t hold myself back. Not when she looked at me like that. Not when her voice dripped with accusations, with detest, with anger that cut deeper than I wanted to admit. Not when she threw those words at me, her voice laced with bitterness—" What did you think, huh? She's a slut anyway. Why would she mind being a mistress?"That hit me. Hard.Like a fucking gut punch I wasn’t prepared for. The way she degraded herself, reduced herself to something

His Pov: When the bell rang, I exhaled slowly, rolling my shoulders back, forcing the tension from my muscles. But it was still there. That feeling. That goddamn feeling I hadn't been able to shake since earlier tonight. Since her. She had cooked for me. And I’d fucking stood there, frozen, watching her shift nervously under my gaze, her fingers fidgeting, her cheeks flushed like she wasn’t sure if what she’d done was right. Like she was afraid I’d dismiss it. Dismiss her. That softness in her voice, the unspoken need in her eyes—it did something to me. Twisted something deep in my gut. No one had ever done that before. Not for me. People feared me. Respected me. Needed me. But no one… cared. No one gave without expecting something in return. No one saw me as a man—just a force, a means to an end. But she did. And it was fucking unsettling. Because I didn’t do softness. Didn’t do warmth. Those things made a man weak. Made him vulnerable. And yet, standing there, listening to

Her Pov:"Don't fucking touch me..." I hiss and his eyes darken so much they get just like the night.Dark... Unsettling...He tilts his head a little as a smirk takes over his face. A smirk is so dangerous. As he leans over me, his mouth reaches just to the shell of my ear as his hand squeezes my hands painfully."You..." His voice is low, a dark promise against my skin as his hand drifts up my thigh, slipping beneath the soft folds of my baby pink dress."Don't..." A breath catches in my throat as his fingers graze the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh, teasing, lingering."Get to..." His lips ghost over the shell of my ear, warm and tantalizing, sending a shiver down my spine."Stop me."I try to push his hand away, my fingers wrapping around his wrist in a feeble attempt to resist, but he doesn’t yield. Instead, he presses me back, pinning me against the cold railing with nothing but his presence. A gasp escapes me—a sharp intake of breath, equal parts defiance and submission. His

Her Pov:The glass slips from my fingers.Time slows as it falls, spinning through the air before crashing against the marble floor. The sound of shattering fills the room—a sharp, piercing noise. But I don’t hear it. Not really. Not over the deafening silence that rings in my ears, the blood roaring through my veins. I don’t even feel the icy droplets of water splattering against my bare skin, the tiny shards slicing against my ankles.Because all I can see is them.She is draped against him, her body moulded to his like she was made to fit there. A short red dress clings to every soft curve, vibrant against her golden skin, her blonde hair cascading in waves over her shoulders. She is stunning. Effortless. Everything I am not. And her hands—those delicate, manicured fingers—are cradling his face with a familiarity that makes my stomach churn. Like she belongs there.And him?His lips.His lips are on hers.The breath in my lungs vanishes, like I’ve been punched in the chest, hard en

Her Pov:It has been two weeks since I found out I was addicted to drugs. Two whole weeks of living through a walking nightmare, clawing my way through withdrawal, fighting demons I never even knew existed inside me. The past fourteen days have been nothing short of hell. My body revolted against me, turning into a prison of agony and desperation. Sleepless nights melted into torturous days, where reality blurred into something grotesque. Nightmares didn't stay confined to sleep; they slithered into my waking moments, twisting shadows into monsters, whispering voices into my ears that weren’t there. My own mind betrayed me, playing tricks so cruel I lost touch with what was real and what wasn’t.I would wake up drenched in sweat, heart hammering against my ribs, gasping as if I had just surfaced from drowning. My skin burned and froze at the same time. My stomach twisted into knots of nausea that never truly left. Some days, the weakness was so severe that even the act of standing

Her Pov:Alina....His past? His love? Then why am I here?If I were just a pawn, he could’ve erased me. Instead, he kept me.My eyes cut to the devil beside me.What does he want?The weight of the unspoken question lingered between us like a ghost, suffocating and unseen. My mind swirled with possibilities, and none of them settled well in my stomach.Edward’s grip on my waist tightened further, fingers pressing into my flesh as though reminding me who I belonged to—or who owned me. I wasn’t sure which was more accurate.Before I could collect my thoughts, another voice—deep, rich, and tinged with something almost melodic—cut through the thick tension.“Well, this is a surprise.”The conversation shifted as a man stepped forward, emerging from the shadows of the gathering.He was tall, lean yet powerful, with sharp features carved in a way that seemed both regal and dangerous. Midnight-black hair fell carelessly over his forehead, a striking contrast to the ice-blue eyes that settle

Her Pov: I bite my lips as I almost feel my anger pouring out as he pulls out his fingers just before my release, leaving me in distress and restlessness. I look at him, shooting daggers to him, but that only widens the smirk on his face. And I might have to be sick in the head to find him fascinating at the moment as a little light from outside falls on his face. His dark hair styled in a beautiful way as a hair strand fell loose on his piercing grey eyes, the same grey eyes that were so deep..The little light created a shadow on his face making his cheekbones higher and sharper and his neatly trimmed jaw appear sharper than a fucking machatte. So alluring with his enchanting scent of wildflowers.... No... No... What the fuck am I thinking? It .. It has to be the hormones that this bastard left unsatisfied.. Yeah, it has to be it.. I can't be that desperate to find him appealing. Just as I managed to tear my gaze away from him, the car jerked to a sudden halt, sending me forward.

His Pov:I wait at the downstairs as I didn't have the courage to go upstairs. I still couldn't forget the way she cut the call off on me or the way she talked with me. She needs to be tamed, and I fear I would do in right there and then without caring about the party if I am in the room with her.The party is important for both of us. Pathan threw the party for us, not because he's happy with us being a couple, but because he's upset, to be precise, he hates that I married her. A girl with no family background, especially with no Russian roots. It took me years to win their trust and to be the third highest most powerful member of the Bratva even after my dad being one of them.It's not that I didn't know how pathan would react. But I simply just didn't care. All I cared about was making her mine. Claiming Liana as mine, even if that meant putting everything at stake for her. All the efforts of the past 10 to 12 years. I still need the bratva, so I do need to play my role carefully.

Her Pov:The rest of my day passed with me losing myself in the thoughts of what Elize said. Bratva... What does he do for the Bratva for him to be so higher up that even the police fear him? I don't have a phone as he took mine long ago to search for any information. I asked for news papers in case they have some news on it that can provide me with any information, but the mansions don't take newspapers, which is what the young maid told me.It was 5 pm of the evening as I was lying on my bed trying to sleep before he came. I don't want to face him and his twisted intentions again when there's a knock on the door. At first, I was solent thinking it had to be Edward, but then, no way in hell he would knock on the door before entering the room. So I tell the person on the door to come in as I sit up on the bed. It's elite with a phone in her hand as she rushes to me. "It is sir on call." And she hands it over to me before she leaves me in alone in the room with the phone. Hesitantly,

Her Pov:When I wake up, Edward is not in bed with me. Did he leave? I will be thankful to God if he did. At least I won't have to face him. And I will have my time to look for a way to escape.I got up from the bed, and with every of my step, I felt him within me. The pain from last night has not gone anywhere, to be precise. It settled deeper. I was about to get in the bathroom as I reached for the knob but it was pulled open before I did, and I clashed with a huge frame and was about to fall but an arm wrapped around my waist preventing me from falling.My arm wrapped around his neck on instinct as my amber eyes clashed with his grey eyes. A smirk on his face as he holds me in his arms. Those grey eyes are so intense as they are locked with my eyes. " Good morning, Printsessa. " Water dripping from his dark hair and a few droplets fall on my forehead, pulling me back to my senses. I get back on my feet as I try to push him back, but his hold on my waist is too firm.He seems to h

Her Pov: I don't know how long I was going around in circles in the peach black darkness, losing myself in it. Entirely. Until I felt someone touching me. The same touch with the same possessiveness, the same dominance, but something about this is different. It's a feather like touch moving down my body. And his touch alone pulled me out of the darkness like a magnet pulling metal towards it. I try to open my eyes slowly as my lids feel as heavy as stones. I open my eyes, and for a second, everything is in a blur before a face slowly gets visible to me in the dim lights of the room.Edward... He's kneeling beside me as he is wiping me up with a piece of cloth. He's so focused that he didn't even notice me waking up. His abs tensing with every move he makes as he's shirtless.His long eyelashes.. His dark hair fell on his eyes.. The harsh contour of his face in the dim light creates a shade on his face, making him appear more godly.But only I know what a monster he is. His godly lo